Last night I got quite wasted and dreamt of a long sleep in.
6:00 – And I am wide awake, a sleep failure. Watch the ABC news
7:00 – Remember to watch an hour of compelling Internet TV.
8:00 – Refried pork belly (in a pan of lamb fat), with rustic (skin still) mashed potatoes refried to golden crunchy edges
9:00 – Off to work on a heaving tram. By design I live at the first stop, easy seating.
11:00 – I attend a meeting about promoting super yacht hire to billionaires
12:00 – Pork belly rolls / yeah baby! (it is basically healthy bacon…)
13:00 – Devise a system to save my employer from being sued
18:00 – Drink 1 litre of wine in 30 minutes
19:00 – Pool comp at the most Kiwi pub in South Eastern Melbourne. I don’t mean full of Kiwis
20:00 – Murmurs that I am too good for their comp, after witnessing my clinical, rapid, dazzling brilliance, barely beating my best friend
21:00 – Play like fluff, we leave
22:00 – More clinical, rapid, dazzling brilliance, people cheering and patting my back – at a new pub
23:00 – Sue tells me about how she got a driver’s license in Saudi Arabia
24:00 – Got stoned with friends old and new with a very special, ancient tree.
1:00 – Nightclubbing with an elderly Aboriginal man. The bouncers didn’t dare not let us in
Utopia